My Life Is Falling Apart Novels & Stories

For a beat I just watched it roll, the small sound loud as a shot. I let my body fall to the couch, my eyes still wide open, I am doomed, no one was supposed to know, I am a Master planner, I have come too far for my plans to fail, I have become older than my age from thinking, I should be eating my sweat and my sleepless night, but no, everything came crashing down. My life is wrecked.

“Lila called me. Justin’s a wreck. How are you here, alone?” I swallowed, tears stinging. “I broke, Sarah. The affair, the media, everything—it’s too much. I love him, but I can’t breathe in his world.” My voice cracked, the weight of my breakdown spilling out—sleepless nights, racing thoughts, the urge to vanish forever.

"But love isn't a bottomless pit. It drains away with every lie, every time you dismiss someone." The last trace of composure on Brandon's face finally cracked. "I won't agree to this." "You don't have the right to disagree anymore." I looked at him, my voice still soft but colder than the sea wind. "Brandon, your biggest problem isn't that you don't love me. It's that you always assumed that as long as you turned around, everyone else would still be standing there waiting." The moon rose to the center of the sky. I felt the invisible thread in my chest being slowly pulled away, and the pain was so sharp that cold sweat beaded on my forehead. But I didn't make a sound.

Tears escaped my eyes as thoughts of us flooded my head and the the thought of us ever being officially TOGETHER vanished. I'm an emotional wreck. I don't give two fucks about anyone or anything and I haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe I'm more miserable here than I was there. Who cares? Not me. I seriously don't care about anything anymore. I don't want anything to do with anyone. But the worst part is, I go back to school for the first time since I left tomorrow. Great. Ella's P.O.V Jack looked so sad and venerable yet so god damn fuckable. And since he's going on a fucking spree minds well get him while I can.

Then I let out a roar of frustration and slammed my palm into the desk so hard the wood cracked beneath it. “Damn it!” How had it come to this? I sank into my chair, gripping the edge of the desk like it might anchor me to something solid. But everything inside me felt like it was collapsing. Julian. Isabella. Lorien. I’d built this life on people I trusted. People I’d bled for. And now all of it was falling apart. And the worst part? Lorien had looked at me like I was no better than the ones who hurt him.

He said and I almost forgot that my dad is still there. "Dad girlfriend can wait ok? I still taking my time . You said to enjoy my life and I am absolutely enjoying it!" I said to him "I didn't mean it this way but a better ways. There are a lot of things to enjoy not testing different flavors of women every night and day Gabriel!" He said again. "Dad I know ok? Just trust me, I will get settled down once I meet my matched. Right now I am far from settling down! I am too young " I said to him.

"What did you do when I was in school?" Sasha nibbled on the rice grains and ignorantly replied. "Past is past. You are here now." Her silly smile made Jeremy only agitated. He can guess how badly Sasha lived before he moved in as well. With the boxes of cup noodles he had to throw out right after moving in, he was sure that Sasha lived a somewhat half NEET life. (a/n : NEET here means not in education, employment or training, basically a hikikomori.) After Sasha finished the porridge, Jeremy gave her a painkiller and kept the other on her study table.

"Jonathan, what's really going on? Why did you collapse?" He sighed. "I... I'm starting to fail. I can feel it. It's my own fault, of course, with my long hours and not paying enough attention to mealtimes. I'm just afraid... I don't know that I will make it another two weeks. I trust the others to do this correctly, but I wanted so much to be there myself, to make sure." "When you fell..." I looked him over, then locked eyes with him. "Tell me the truth. You can't walk now, can you?"

Should I tell Yaakov? Will he even take my side? Will her understand why I did what I did? Why that fucking bitch, Amelia, shouldn't even be breathing?! The distant sounds of the gala drifted up from downstairs – music, laughter, the clink of champagne glasses. Life was going on as normal just one floor below us, while up here, my whole world was crumbling around me. The perfect life I'd schemed and plotted to build was falling apart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

And then I put my face in my hands and I fall apart. Not prettily. Not quietly. The ugly kind ... the kind that has been building for three weeks of headlines and cancelled contracts and Tristan's smiling eyes on national television and my mother's empty chair and four million dollars and death threats and a ruined dress and mismatched eyes in a hotel room and all of it, every single piece of it, coming apart at once. He puts his hand on my back. He doesn't speak. He just sits there while I completely unravel and when I finally come up for air, face a mess, dignity entirely destroyed, he hands me a mug without comment and I take it with both hands and breathe.